nobody can tell cause i do it too well.
"It is the mind which creates the world about us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours."
- George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, 1903 -all this skirt-wearing is making lose my mojo.
down.
with all the wrong things coursing through my veins.
i should start learning to do my runs in jazz intervals.
knowing some native african language also helps in scats.
fun fact.
for every first-rate scat-singer in the world, there must be 500 talented jazz saxophonists.
so yea, its so much more than instrumental improvisation.
what do you get for trying
minute you're born, you're dying
the body is six feet down
the Lord says the soul sticks around.
perfection at 4:20 AM
my television has become obsolete.
No one I think is in my tree.
I mean it must be high or low.
That is, you can't, you know, tune in but its alright.
That is, I think its not too bad.these days, the only things i read are textbooks and IVLE announcements.
how cool is that.
a life of ultimate productivity.
although the above statement is really perspective-dependent.
the doors in this house that i'm thankful for.
the front door.for always requiring me to wrestle it before it will open up or close.
and for confusing my friends about the direction in which they have to turn the lock.
the maid's room door.for constantly signalling when there is strong wind in the house.
the downstairs-toilet door.for not even qualifying as a door as anyone can break through it with sufficient force.
the kitchen door.for protecting dog-intolerators like jael and alicia from the ferocious canine.
the sliding glass door.for allowing the ferocious canine to clamber and slobber his juices all over it.
the master bedroom door.for being hypersensitive to pressure differences in the room.
the brother's room door.for jangling every time it opens or closes due to numerous belts being hung on its rear.
the upstairs-toilet door.
for being hollow, hence allowing all the weird sounds made in it to resonate and be amplified.
my door.for simply being my door.
and for indicating that it has been left at an angle greater than the critical angle by free-falling towards my wall and causing a ruckus with the metal bin.
i cant believe The Beatles' material calls for acquired taste.
i can only shake my head in disbelief.
first test of the semester.
tomorrow.
happy anniversary, mom and dad.
in every victory, let it be said of memy source of strength, my source of hopeis Christ the Lord.
perfection at 1:04 AM
